Actually, there is probably no such thing as “self”.
We might just be connections between some neurons.
You just can’t escape nor control anything. Even with medication.
So what ?
“ Toska: Russian – Vladimir Nabokov describes it best: “No single word in English renders all the shades of toska. At its deepest and most painful, it is a sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without any specific cause. At less morbid levels it is a dull ache of the soul, a longing with nothing to long for, a sick pining, a vague restlessness, mental throes, yearning. In particular cases it may be the desire for somebody of something specific, nostalgia, love-sickness. At the lowest level it grades into ennui, boredom. ”
by After The Storm: Toska (via mirroir)
by After The Storm: Toska (via mirroir)
(via mirroir)
“ My silences are immaculate. ”
by Roberto Bolaño, By Night in Chile (via mirroir)
by Roberto Bolaño, By Night in Chile (via mirroir)
(Source : fragilis, via mirroir)
